Manipulation...

How would someone feel if their life was completely manipulated to the end? 
How would it be when everything from the moment of your birth to the end of your life is completely under the control of another? 
How much worse would it be that not just one, but all the lifetimes you have lived, be manipulated?

Xiao lived two lives. In the first, he lived as the villain and died as one—a beautiful villain that made no impact on the real story whatsoever. Then he lives again in a different world, just to come back to his first. Doesn't that mean he can rewrite his mistakes? Doesn't that mean he could be great this time?

But what if this was the goal from the very beginning?
What happens when Xiao finds this goal and escapes his fate? 
What if the puppet escapes the puppeteer's hands, reshaping destiny, fate, and karma?
What if this former plaything becomes the ultimate threat to causality itself?

Witness as Xiao compels both the living and the departed to chant his name...
Until the very cosmos quakes in awe of his might and fear of his name......

The chariot cut through open sky three days after the Night Bloom, and Azrail sat in his usual seat with his back against the cushion, one hand occupied by Valencia's fingers, the other surviving Xuanyin's quiet grip, and his mind entirely elsewhere. The chariot's hum was steady now, a background noise they'd all adjusted to after weeks of travel, but Azrail barely registered it. His focus was inward, piecing together fragments that could lead them to the next step.


Chapter 382 - Chapter 381-What Memory Carries